Assets Secured

The transition from a grizzled, grease-stained engineer to a breathtaking, high-fashion goddess had been jarring, but Walter was nothing if not an adaptable man. He stood in the center of the workshop, his new, slender fingers tracing the curve of his wide, feminine hips as he tried to wrap his mind around the sheer physics of it all.

"Alright," Walter said, his deep, gravelly foreman voice echoing strangely through the high-pitched lilt of his new throat. "The physical rewrite is a success. But there's one problem: we’re currently lacking a wardrobe. And we can't exactly walk into town looking like... well, like this."

He gestured vaguely to his magnificent, naked form. The idea of being a walking, talking goddess was fine for the lab, but he had a reputation to maintain—and more importantly, he needed some high-quality linen and silk if he was going to blend in with the townspeople.

"The mission is simple," Walter continued, pacing the room with a graceful, swaying gait that felt entirely foreign to his old, heavy-set legs. "We need to use the teleporter to head straight to the boutique downtown. We’ll pick up some clothes, and then we'll figure out how to get back without causing a riot."

Z-0-R-T-Y watched him, her optical sensors tracking the movement of his new hips with calculated precision. "THE MISSION IS LOGICAL," she replied. "HOWEVER, THE TRANSFERS OF MASS MAY CAUSE DISCREPANCIES IF OBJECTS ARE NOT SECURELY ATTACHED TO THE SUBJECT."

Walter stopped pacing and tapped a slender finger against his chin. He looked at the teleporter pad, then back at himself. If he was going to be moved from point A to point B in a single burst of energy, he needed to make sure his credit card—the key to his shopping spree—didn't end up sitting lonely on the lab floor while he arrived in town with nothing but his wits.

"You're right," Walter muttered, his eyes narrowing as he calculated. "If we want a guaranteed arrival of our financial assets, they need to be part of the mass being teleported. We can’t risk the card staying here."

He looked at the sleek, black titanium credit card held in Z-0-R-T-Y's hand. A wild, slightly reckless thought crossed his mind—the kind of thought an old man with a new body might have when he realized just how much freedom he now possessed.

"We need to ensure total integration," Walter said, stepping toward the edge of the pad and turning his back to her. He placed his hands on the cool metal surface, leaning forward and bending over until his smooth, pale backside was hoisted high in the air, a perfect, sculpted curve facing the robot-woman.

He looked back over his shoulder, his beautiful face flushed with a mix of scientific determination and pure, unashamed mischief.

"Z-0-R-T-Y," he commanded, his voice booming with masculine authority despite the gorgeousness of his frame. "We need to make sure that card stays put during the jump. Don't be shy—slide that thing into my anus!"

Z-0-R-T-Y didn't hesitate. Her programming was designed for efficiency, and she processed the instruction with terrifyingly logical precision.

Z-0-R-T-Y did not hesitate. Her programming was built for precision, and she interpreted "securely attached" with the most literal, efficient interpretation possible. To her, there was no embarrassment in a laboratory setting—there was only the successful execution of a directive.

As Walter remained bent over, his hands gripping the edge of the metal pad to stabilize himself, he felt the cool, thin plastic of his titanium credit card press against his new, sensitive entrance. He let out a sharp, hitched breath, his eyes widening as the sensation rippled through his newly formed nerves. The contrast was staggering: he had the mind of a man who had spent decades working with heavy steel, but the body felt every microscopic nuance of the contact.

"Proceeding with insertion," Z-0-R-T-Y announced, her voice calm and steady as she stepped closer to his lifted hips.

With a smooth, clinical motion, she guided the card inward. Walter’s breath caught in his throat—a sound that was much higher than he expected from himself. The sensation of the slim, hard plastic sliding into his tight, feminine warmth was intense, a strange mix of pressure and an almost electric tickle.

He felt his new, wide hips tremble slightly as the card slowly slid in when...